11: Chapter 11 Senior Brother

Over the Sacred Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the atmosphere was as tense as a lute string about to snap.

On one side was the "Great Ten Thousand Buddhas Ancestral Array," with its blinding golden light and soul-claiming Buddhist chants; on the other was the elite force of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, with dark clouds overhead and surging Killing Intent. Sandwiched in the middle, the trio of Bai Yu looked like a small boat in a storm, liable to be swallowed at any moment.

Zhao Qingtian stood atop the clouds, clutching a Purple Gold Dharma Seal in his hand—the "Sky-Turning Seal," the supreme treasure of the Heavenly Dao Alliance. He looked down at the young man still cracking melon seeds, and the sense of unease in his heart grew stronger. Yet, no matter how he looked at it, this was a dead end.

"Still stubborn even when death is at your doorstep." Zhao Qingtian snorted coldly and waved his hand. "Elders, take your positions and form the array! Today, we must blast this Devil Head and his two Disciples into dust!"

"Yes!"

Tens of thousands of Cultivators shouted in unison, their spiritual power converging into a sea, making even the space itself let out an overburdened wail.

"Revered Master." Gu Yelian's red dress fluttered as she blocked the way in front of Bai Yu. The Red Lotus Karmic Fire flickered in her palms, and her beautiful eyes were filled with madness. "There are too many of these scumbags. It wouldn't be hard for Second Senior Brother and me to fight our way out, but your current body..."

She didn't finish, but the meaning was clear: carrying a Foundation Establishment Stage burden would make it hard to escape unscathed.

"Who said I was running?"

Bai Yu spat out the last melon seed shell, brushed the dust off his hands, and turned to look at the big, silly fellow beside him who was emitting black Qi.

Mo Chi's current state was very wrong.

Although his soul had returned, five hundred years of suppression and torture had long since left his Divine Soul riddled with holes. At this moment, the two powers of Buddha and Demon were clashing wildly within his body. One of his eyes was golden, the other pitch black. Veins bulged on his forehead, and the low growls from his throat sounded like a wounded beast.

"Ah... Kill... Kill..." Mo Chi clutched his head, his heavy sword dragging on the ground and creating ear-piercing sparks. He was clearly about to lose control.

"Number Two, stand up straight."

Bai Yu walked up to Mo Chi and, without any hesitation, raised his hand and slapped his broad shoulder.

Slap!

This hit wasn't heavy, but it caused Mo Chi, who was on the verge of a rampage, to suddenly freeze.

[Ding! Physical contact with second Disciple Mo Chi detected (Slap of Love).]

[Contact duration: 1 second.]

[Detected a massive amount of 'Buddha-Demon Primordial Chaos Qi' within the target. Absorbing...]

[Absorption successful! Congratulations to the Host, cultivation has reached: Golden Core Stage!]

[Experience points overflowing... continuing Breakthrough!]

[Congratulations to the Host, cultivation has reached: Early Stage Nascent Soul Stage!]

Boom!

A long-lost, majestic power exploded within Bai Yu's body. His originally dried-up Meridians were instantly filled with a flood of spiritual power. That feeling of controlling heaven and earth had finally returned, just a little bit.

Although it was only the Nascent Soul Stage, still a hundred thousand miles away from the God King Realm of back then, it was enough to deal with this group of rabble before him.

Bai Yu didn't pull his hand back; instead, he increased the force. A layer of soft white light shimmered in his palm, continuously pouring into Mo Chi's body.

"System, exchange for the 'Pure Heart and Benevolent Incantation.' Suppress this silly boy's demonic nature for me!"

[Ding! Experience points deducted. Exchange successful.]

As the white light entered his body, the restless black Qi inside Mo Chi seemed to meet its natural enemy, quickly retreating and calming down. His pitch-black eye gradually regained clarity, and his originally chaotic Sea of Consciousness became clear once again.

"Mas... Master?" Mo Chi shook his head, feeling his body was lighter than ever before. The heavy sword in his hand felt like an extension of his body. "My head doesn't hurt anymore."

"If it doesn't hurt, then get to work."

Bai Yu withdrew his hand, feeling the surging Nascent Soul power within him. A wild and arrogant smile curled on his lips. He pointed at Zhao Qingtian in the sky, then at the monk Yuantong on the ground.

"Xiao Jiu, you take care of those bald donkeys below. Don't let them chant; it's annoying."

"Number Two, that old geezer in the sky holding the seal is yours. Remember, don't use brute force, use your brain... Forget it, you don't have a brain, use your sword!"

"Yes!"

Two voices rang out simultaneously.

Gu Yelian had long been unable to restrain herself. The moment she heard the command, she transformed into a blooming blood-colored red lotus and crashed directly into the Great Ten Thousand Buddhas Array on the ground.

"Bald donkeys, this Empress has put up with you for a long time!"

Rumble!

The Red Lotus Karmic Fire collided violently with the golden Buddhist palms. The floor tiles of the entire Sacred Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas were instantly flipped over. The warrior monks who were originally chanting were knocked off-balance, their formation thrown into chaos.

And up in the sky.

Mo Chi grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. He stomped hard on the ground with one foot, and his whole body shot into the sky like a black cannonball.

"Old geezer, were you the one who wanted to extract my bones just now?"

Zhao Qingtian looked at the charging Mo Chi with a flash of contempt in his eyes: "Hmph, you dare to act fierce just after recovering your Physical Body? This Seat will let you know what is meant by..."

Before he could finish, his vision blurred.

There were no fancy sword moves.

Just a simple vertical slash.

But on this sword, a strange Sword Qi interwoven with gold and black was coiled—a product of the perfect Fusion of the Buddhist "hardness" and the Demonic Path's "madness."

Crack!

Before the Sky-Turning Seal in Zhao Qingtian's hand could strike down, it was forcefully swatted away by this sword. A terrifying force traveled up his arm, shattering his tiger's mouth. He was smashed directly into the rock wall of the back mountain like a swatted fly.

"What?!"

The surrounding Elders of the Heavenly Dao Alliance were all dumbfounded.

The Alliance Leader is a powerhouse at the half-step Void Refining stage! He couldn't even take one hit from this sword maniac?

"What are you all staring for! Attack together!"

Over a dozen Soul Transformation Stage Elders snapped out of it and summoned their Magic Treasures one after another. Multi-colored spiritual lights rained down upon Mo Chi, covering the sky.

"Good timing!"

Mo Chi laughed loudly, wielding his heavy sword so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through. With the "blood transfusion" Bai Yu had just given him, he felt like he had endless strength. Every sword strike brought a whirlwind of blood and gore.

This was the true strength of the God King's second Disciple, the "Sword Demon" Mo Chi!

The battlefield was a scene of chaos.

Only Bai Yu stood in the center of the ruins with his hands behind his back, looking completely out of place.

He didn't make a move but instead released his Nascent Soul Stage pressure without reservation, precisely enveloping every enemy who tried to launch a sneak attack.

Whenever someone tried to slip through and get close, Bai Yu would just give them a faint glance. That person would be struck as if by lightning, their Divine Soul jolted, and then they would be burned to ashes by Gu Yelian's follow-up strike.

This was crowd control.

Ten minutes later.

Most of the monks of the Sacred Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas had fled. Abbot Yuantong had long since disappeared, leaving behind only a ground covered in shredded kasayas and wooden fish.

The Heavenly Dao Alliance fared even worse.

More than half of the ten thousand elites they brought were dead or wounded. Of the dozen or so Elders, seven or eight had fallen, and the rest were all injured, retreating in terror around Zhao Qingtian.

Zhao Qingtian's hair was disheveled, and a deep sword wound that revealed the bone on his chest was oozing black blood.